^ V£/ Vvn … ]f I were gov. SUMMER clay, So fair and gay,When all your breezes are at play,And when the yellow sun looks downOn grassy field and wayside brown.Id never let my winds complain,My sunny skies be dark with rain,Or dim with clouds that hide the blue. My sweet mamma, So fair you areWhen, gazing up as…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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